expectation's hope rising, pulsing 
as you bring the warmth and joy 
that only a bright summer day 
presents on a picnic blanket spread 
filled with goodies and laughter 
neatly packed away in a picnic basket 

expectation's hope realising 
as you take my hand in yours 
thru the threshold of our home 
prancing into the breeze and light 
filled with memories and plans 
lovingly packed for a rainy morn 

expectation's hope resuscitating 
as your soothing breath caresses 
taking my longings into belonging 
perfecting inner transformation 
filled with songs and dreams 
movements in blissful harmony

There was a young lady of Corsica,
Who purchased a little brown saucy-cur;
Which she fed upon ham,
And hot raspberry jam,
That expensive young lady of Corsica.

Insignia,
The other children,
Half spent on vinyl lies,
And cherished forgers,

Chunk, all the seamlessly,
Rudimentary stigmas,
Hollow and dismal,

Searching oceans of nothing but,
Something all together

I will finger the hem
of your gown
and place my smile's cheek
against the shadow
of your leaving.

they say we make our own choices,
that we choose our own paths.
we only have ourselves to blame,
if we ever fail.

but we,
we are all bound
by the same chains,
threads,
and webs
of the inevitable.

we meet new people,
and from thereon,
they have affected us
and,
we have affected their futures.

we spit out words--
words that may not hold meaning to us--
but influence others
so, so much
(in all kinds of ways--the good, the bad, and the in-between).

remember this:
we should not be pulled down by our past.

rather:
it is because we only have one past,
but we have infinite futures.